Catchup on the Chaos

#1: The damn bird in my dryer from last week. I spent a good day trying to figure out the situation on my own. You see, I’ve called maintenance to my apartment quite a lot lately, and I was feeling a bit guilty for needing to call them out AGAIN. However, by Thursday morning, the chirping had stopped, and I had a new fear: what if the bird was dead inside my dryer vent?!

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He’d be one angry bird! Haha, get it?!

Anyway, I talked to maintenance on my way out that morning, and they said that they had actually found an entire nest, as well as a mama bird when they had originally come to my apartment on Monday. This had been the reason why my dryer wasn’t working: all the birds were blocking the vents! They cleaned it out and gated off both sides of the vents, but the noise I was hearing was the Mama trying to get back in! She hung outside that damn dryer vent for two days, chirping her head off, trying to get back into my dryer.

What a jerk.

But, on the bright side, there are no dead birds and I didn’t have to become a bird whisperer in order to catch her in my apartment. Let’s call that a win.

#2. The sassy barista from Friday. The jury is still out on this one. Most of you agreed that she was out-of-control rude, but most of you also agreed I should ask my employee to leave his Starbucks in the car. I still don’t know if I agree with the second half because, as Alyssa said, many coffee shops consider Starbucks the devil. I feel like this gal would not care in the least if it was anything else other than Starbucks.

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However, I have an employee eval this morning that we are doing at the local shop once again, and you better believe I’m going to talk to one of the nicer ladies, if only to let them know about the sassy gal. I’ll keep you posted!

#3: Why I’m On the Outs with David Beckham. I recently mentioned that I now dislike David Beckham, and while it’s a bit overdue, let me explain!

Not that I ever had an undying love for Beckham, but now it more resembles a disgust. His soccer team, the LA Galaxy, came to Denver last weekend and played our Rapids. My dad was out of town, so I went over to my parents’ house to keep my mom company (after 30 years of marriage, they don’t like when they other is gone! Awwwwww.) She and I ended up going to the soccer game, and had a great time. However, Beckham was a big ol’ jerk. He was passive aggressively taunting other players which yes, is part of the game, but whatever. I found it annoying.

But the real kicker? (Haha, kicker? Get it?! I die) After the game was over and the Galaxy trounced my beloved Rapids, Beckham hung out on the field until every other player from both teams had exited into the locker rooms. Of course, gaggles of women were hanging out on the railings, staring at him. Just when he was sure he had all of the attention of the women AND tv cameras, he whipped off his shirt and strutted around the field shirtless… before going into the locker room.

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I realize I am nuts and should have enjoyed the show with every other screaming female, but for some reason, the arrogance bugged the hell out of me. So now I don’t like him, no matter how much he bends it.

And yes, I realize that was probably pretty anticlimactic for you, so I’m sorry. I can only have so many fights with birds and baristas each week! 🙂